Standing up, he starts to remove his clothes, and I’m frozen.Why would I want to move or even blink right now, when I can be looking at all of that?”
He is all toned lines and hard edges. A tattoo of what looks like a mountain landscape wraps around his left bicep.
I can’t see his dick yet, but his black boxer briefs are doing very little to hide his length that’s straining against the fabric.
My pussy is going to be aching tomorrow, but in the best way possible.
He motions toward the head of the bed. “Scooch back and get the rest of those clothes off. I want to see all of you,” he says in his deep voice, then moves over to his bag he discarded by the door.
Not needing to be told twice, I do just as he said. All my remaining pieces of clothing are torn off and tossed onto the carpeted floor.
My head flops back onto one of the plush pillows as he crawls up toward me. He shed his boxers when I wasn’t paying attention, because now he is completely naked and looming over me.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he says, staring down into my eyes with an air of reverence that threatens to suck all the air out of my lungs.
“So are you,” I whisper, trailing a hand over the muscles on his back.
My hand falls away as he leans back on his heels. He rips a condom open and slides it over his length.
Leaning over me, he grabs a pillow. One of his large hands slides under my ass, lifting me just enough to wedge the pillow beneath me.
Oh god. This guy really knows what he’s doing.
Lost in thoughts of how good this is going to feel, I don’t realize he’s moved closer. I suck in a sharp breath, feeling his hot length pressing against my still-tingling clit.
“You ready for me?” he asks, voice breathy with restraint.
“Yes,” I moan, trying to move my hips to get him to my entrance.
He guides his cock into me, his eyes locked on mine the entire time. When he’s fully buried inside of me, he crumples forward and burrows his face into my neck.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groans.
“Uh… huh,” is all I manage to get out because all I want right now is for him to move. The need for him to thrust in and out of me becomes all-consuming. “Please,” I whimper, grinding my hips up into him.
“Okay, I can do this,” he mumbles. I think it’s more to himself than it is to me.
His lips ghost a kiss over my neck. He pushes up on his arms, but when he sees the look on my face, his expression shifts.
“We don’t have to do this. It’s okay,” I stammer out. My voice is still raspy even when I try to contain it.
He quickly pieces together my confusion. “Love, it would take an army to pry me off you right now. I just don’t want this to be over in twenty seconds because I can’t hold off being inside your perfect pussy.”
“Oh.” I blink up at him.
His knuckles gently track down the side of my face. “Don’t for one moment second-guess how much I want you right now.”
Then, with his forehead pressed to mine, he starts to move inside me. The motion is slow and deep, hitting nerves that make breathing nearly impossible.
I never knew it could feel like this when someone was inside of me.
I don’t even know this guy. Not even his name. Yet, it feels like he’s fucking not only my body but my soul. It’s unnerving and exhilarating in the same breath.
Knowing this won’t last beyond tonight, I give myself fully to this. To him.
My legs wrap around him, urging him to give me more.Harder. Faster. Deeper. Everything.
Fingers tangle through my hair as he slams into me so hard the air bursts from my lungs. My nails dig into his shoulders as I brace for the orgasm that spirals toward me. Thrust after thrust, the imminent pleasure gets closer and closer.
